One day
walking my way back home, I see
a dusty abandoned Cadillac
the original black merging into the rusty red
burnt in a riot or probably something else
near the broken community garbage can
smelling like dead cats and fresh fish
I can hear some squeals and barks
This is the street that my friends say villains live in
I'm wearing my faded blue T-shirt with a Superman logo
and my unwashed pair of lucky gray jeans
what could possibly go wrong
chest puffed up like a bag of chips
I feel like I'm on a treasure hunt
Its cold I pull my Lakers 24 jersey outta my backpack
but do not wear it, I carry it on my left shoulder
I walk in stamping my feet
like I'm wearing iron sheets for my shoes
and I'm walking on water, only thick with oil fluids
Nothing there, not even a breath
restless I turn my head ear to ear
and then i see...
hand-prints, tiny little finger marks
on the dusty remains
of what seemed like the window glass
of the sinking ship-like black Cadillac
It feels like the baby foot-steps
turn this dead-end into a sacred place
a secret place of the dead, end is here?
I hear the laughter of pretty children's face
in the silence of hungry pay-scales
A gush of air too pure for my city lungs
pierce my skin, too much to bear
The life of many dying millions enter me
I stand lifeless staring helpless in empty space
There are thousands of sounds louder than gun-shots
watching the clouds crimson with bursting veins
those finger marks, scar me with innocence
Its like finding a sand-grain of a known face in
the oceans of blood staining the shores
with different names, different threads and different flags
A stray rain-drop falls on my face
waking me back into the nightmare
the falling waters like time washing
those fingerprints would be soon memories
forgotten or seeped by the soil sunken under rotten leaves
Slowly I slide my hand over the glass
finger-tips dirty with festering future dreams
It feels like I'm holding hopes in my hands
Turning around, I cup my hands to my ears, the wind's too harsh
and I listen to outstretched hands full of heart beats..
- SPD
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